it smells like
rain
the leaves all fat and green
cupped
upwards.
the southerly breeze.
only
the sound
of trees.
the conversation of branches,
the bending
of trunks
before a cloud breaks
and they drink
into life
all of their tomorrows.
rain
the leaves all fat and green
cupped
upwards.
the southerly breeze.
only
the sound
of trees.
the conversation of branches,
the bending
of trunks
before a cloud breaks
and they drink
into life
all of their tomorrows.
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